The Moment you walk in with the shuttle racket;
My deserted street welcomes with a bouquet!!!
Along with the cork, you bring liveliness too here;
As you settle to serve, the winds obey your move!!
I see you there… Busy with the badminton game
Confused I am, to wave a “hi” or gently pass-by!!!
I deliberately walk slowly, to look at you for long;
Observing you chasing the cork as the winds blow!!
Every time you jump, even the clouds blush, I feel
Even the wind manipulates aptly to make you look lovely!!!
I tried to hear the words you utter while playing
Hardly had I got any word… but only a song!! Mind boggling!!!
Then, I decided to watch your expressions to guess its meaning;
Surprise to me!!! Heard a violin tone of excitement!! It’s you!!
I wished to fill the moment with something lovely;
Winds heard me..Now, showers of bougainvillea over you fully!
Thanks to you, the cork shuttles and so is my heart!!
You won’t let the former down; wish you be my savior too!!!
When I come very close to you, the magic begins!!
Every other thing turns static; it’s you and me alone active!!
Now I try opening up my heart to you, as you take a pause;
Trying hard to save myself from melting for You looking at me!
Now, I am hit by something light… the cork; reality resumes;
Cute apologies from you, me yearning for more such hits!!!!
I gently pass with a smile without talking to you!!!
Poor you!! Considering the smile as forgiving!!
And my heart exactly knows what it is!!!
And it happily continues to shuttle!!